Two weeks ago, on a morning that drew out the surfers, the ocean looked like this. This is cold California; they wear wetsuits.
This past week, at a rare interval between squalls, the ocean looked more like this.
I took that last one from the edge of the southbound lane of the Great Highway between Sloat Blvd. and Fort Funston, a stretch of road that has since been closed until further notice because the ocean is undermining it.
Ah, an El Niño winter. Less than an hour later I was caught out running in a windwhipped thundersquall.